Snippet #2334417

(....I see where this is going. u.u)

Were those mechanical wings she had? Laetia had hopped away from him and gave him a confused look for a few seconds before she actually took his hand. Then, she didn't even shake. Maybe hand-shaking was an American gesture, and they didn't know. Either way, Devan's face turned a bit red when he realized she never quite let go of him. "I'm glad I did not do something wro... "

How do you say that again? ......

"...bad. But there's no need to worry; I'm used to such things." he claimed, not confidently, more like just stating a fact. He didn't like to worry people, especially strangers, but much to his dismay, Ace had decided to go get him some ice. As she retrieved the ice for him, he heard an odd sound emitting from her, evoking a raised eyebrow. He couldn't see what had happened since she was turned away from him. Instead, he just sat there and waited until she was done, which wasn't long after she had begun. She handed him the bag and he took it, placing it on his bruised eye. "Thank you, I..." he moved his eyes upwards, where they should be, and after a very slight but noticable pause. "...I just don't like seeing people hurt other people, that's all."

Hopefully they would think the red on his face was from being punched there.